The statues are of angels, martyrs, patriarchs, apostles, the vices and virtues, the Virgin and Child.

In the centre of these is the famous rose window; on either side giant towers.
At my feet down the steps leading to the three portals were pools of blood.

There was a priest in the square, a young man with white hair and with a face as strong as one of those of the saints carved in stone, and as gentle.

He was cure doyen of the Church of St.
Jacques, M.Chanoine Frezet, and he explained the pools of blood.
After the Germans retreated, the priests had carried the German wounded up the steps into the nave of the cathedral and for them had spread straw upon the stone flagging.
The cure guided me to the side door, unlocked it, and led the way into the cathedral.

It is built in the form of a crucifix, and so vast is the edifice that many chapels are lost in it, and the lower half is in a shadow.